My wife, Chastity, has a sister, Bella, several years her junior, who has always been on the wild side. My prim and proper wife was usually aghast at the latest information concerning her little sister's sexual exploits. It wasn't that she condemned her, she just didn't understand her. I, on the other hand was always fascinated, and frequently aroused by her actions and her appearance. She looked spectacular in a mini-skirt, and I loved hearing from my wife what Bella had told her about her latest lover's big cock. I secretly hoped in fact that Bella's influence would corrupt my wife, and when I look back now I can't help but wonder if I've merely reaped what I had sown. Many years ago I told my wife that I was impotent and I simply couldn't get aroused anymore. She took it very badly; she felt it was a reflection on her. I said that we were still married and that didn't mean she could cheat on me. She seemed offended by the mere suspicion. Even to this day she has always maintained that she just isn't interested in having sex with another man. Imagine my surprise, though, when I found out she had told her little sister all about my problem and my accusation! I was completely embarrassed that someone in her family, particularly someone with so little sense of discretion, was aware of my peculiar sexual dysfunction. But Bella told Chastity she thought she should get some action from a "real man" and actually offered to let her use her apartment to meet her lovers! My wife, politely but chastely, thanked her for her offer but declined her invitation.
It took me awhile, and I eventually accepted the fact that my wife intended to keep her wedding vows and remain faithful all her life. It even seemed that her sister was settling down. We had moved away and didn't see her sister much, but rumor had it that she had met someone she wanted to marry. I think it was troubling to the family that Luke was in his thirties, twice Bella's age. My wife and I soon became the only family members that were not against her marrying Luke. So it didn't surprise us when Bella and Luke showed up on our doorstep on their "honeymoon" asking if they could stay with us. They had eloped we were told, and couldn't afford a proper honeymoon, but wanted desperately to get away from the rest of the family for a few days. We were sworn to secrecy about their marriage because Luke was black and Chastity's family was pretty racist, her dad was always complaining about "niggers". But we were happy to help them, Bella was her little sister. It was a happiness that didn't last too long. As we got to know Luke it was hard to escape the conclusion that Chastity's family had been right. Luke was obnoxious, arrogant, vulgar, and aggressive. At 6'5", a good 260 lbs, he reminded me of the school yard bully who, secretly ashamed of spending year after year in the sixth grade, realizes that he can use his superior size and strength to punish the other students for his stupidity. "Remember when I said you can't see other men," I told my wife, "that goes double for anyone like Luke!" Prompted by my remark she told me how Luke had crassly propositioned her before he'd even spent an hour with us, and had been nearly unrelenting in his pursuit. "Don't worry," she replied, "I don't think I've ever met a more loathsome man."
We probably should have asked them to leave then and there, but we didn't know how to explain it to Bella. I think because she knew I'd make a scene and embarrass her sister if she told me, Chastity didn't mention that Luke's advances had included attempts at kissing her, fondling her breasts, and feeling her up. And since I didn't know the full extent of what had been happening, we agreed that for Bella's sake we'd let them stay the week and just try to make the best of it.
Whether Luke mellowed or we became more tolerant, by the third day of their stay, we seemed to be getting along well enough for the four of us to go out dining and dancing. Both Bella and Chastity wore mini-skirts, and according to my wife, had mutually agreed to wear crotchless pantyhose without their panties. And since Chastity told me, I suspect that Bella had shared this fact with Luke as well. It seemed a curious and provocative choice given the circumstances, but it was terribly arousing to view our sexy wives together knowing what they weren't wearing, and though I can't imagine Luke being any less affected, he appeared to be on his absolute best behavior.
The evening proceeded along rather innocently. It wasn't until after midnight and several drinks that Luke asked my wife to dance. I danced with Bella and my cock was stiff the entire time. All I could think about was fucking her. Looking at Luke and Chastity I was surprised to observe his remarkable restraint, given his actions of the past few days. He could have been her brother.
Not much of a dancer myself, and half wasted, I soon grew tired of dancing with Bella and managed to suppress my distaste for Luke, allowing him to monopolize Chastity on the dance floor. Pretty soon there were guys coming over to the table to ask Bella to dance (an event to which I remember thinking that Luke was strangely untroubled) and I found myself frequently sitting alone. It gave me plenty of time and opportunity to pay close attention to Luke and my wife. With each dance he got a little bolder and Chastity a little more drunk and little more receptive. She apparently got tired of pushing his hands away from her ass, for eventually I watched her just shrug and rest her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck, while his large hands just held and kneaded her big butt. Though I was greatly disgusted with her casual acquiescence to Luke's pawing, I was also more than a little aroused and made allowance for her inebriated condition. When we got back to the house we went to our room and Luke and Bella went to theirs. I know Luke was "climbing the walls" horny, but Bella was so drunk we had to carry her into the bedroom. Chastity and I didn't even bother going to bed. I sat her on the bathroom sink and pushed her skirt up, eating her pussy through her crotchless hose. When I couldn't stand it any longer I just stood between her legs and fucked her right on the sink, still clothed, her red spike heels digging into my ass. Chastity went into the kitchen afterwards to get something to drink and I stayed in the bedroom and watched a late movie on TV while I waited for her. I guess I dozed off for a couple of minutes and when I came around and she still wasn't back, I went looking for her.
Heading downstairs to the kitchen I was arrested by a jumble of movement in the living room below me. I stopped cold at the top of the stairs trying to understand the scene in front of me. There was enough light drifting into the living room from the kitchen to make out my 5'4", 125 pound, wife on the sofa, struggling to get away from Luke, who was on top of her and trying to kiss her. I remembered their last dance in the bar and stepped back into the shadows out of sight wondering if she'd arranged to meet him. It just didn't make any sense; it was hard to imagine her taking such a chance particularly with the children in the house. Still I hesitated. A part of me, even while automatically trusting her, felt an irrational jealously. I wondered if she had lied about her repulsion to his brash vulgarity. I wondered why she hadn't cried out, or had she while I was sleeping? Maybe she liked him after all. She'd always said she preferred older men. He was tall, muscular, and powerful. Bella had even bragged confidentially about his cock size. Maybe she was turned on by his physical prowess and rugged good looks. Thinking about it filled me with self-doubt and self-loathing, diminishing me and sapping my confidence. By the time I realized with certainty that her behavior was anything but consensual, I had already felt the last instinct for action drain slowly out of me and I kept my place in the dark.
Luke sat astride her waist and held her arms over her head, clamping both her wrists together with one big powerful hand. He used his other hand to prevent her head from turning away as he showered her face with kisses and alternately licked and sucked her lips. He was taking his time with her, savoring every second. Whenever she opened her mouth to speak or cry out he buried his tongue down her throat. I could hear her grunting as she tried to buck and heave her hips up to throw him off but there was just no way she could dislodge him with his greatly superior weight and strength. Kicking him in the back with the spike of her heel seemed to have some minimal effect, but by this time he had pulled her blouse up and pushed her bra over her tits, and he managed to diminish her enthusiasm for this approach by simply pinching and tweaking her nipples.
Repositioning himself to cover her mouth with his free hand, he sucked her nipples alternately, one then the other and back again. He was at it for at least ten minutes before I finally heard him speak. His boldness shocked me. His loud voice was almost a challenge. It left me with the feeling that nothing could make him stop. Little did I know that he was taunting me, having spotted me lurking cowardly upstairs in the dark. "I don't know why you're fighting this," he told my wife, "telling your sister about your crotchless pantyhose so she'd tell me, letting me grab your ass on the dance floor with your husband right there, I've never seen a cunt hotter to get fucked than you." She pleaded with him to leave her alone, even promising not to tell if he'd just stop. Ignoring her appeals, he tried kissing her again but she turned her head away, and this time rather than hold it in place he just tongued her ear, licking her face and tonguing the other ear whenever she turned her head to escape his hungry mouth.
"Bella told me about your husband's teeny little weenie. And I know she told you about my big dick. How much she loves it. You're gonna love it too baby. You're gonna be all mine once you get fucked by a real man." Still holding her arms over her head with one hand he used his other to unbutton his jeans and extract his cock. It was so big and hard he had some difficulty getting it out. Chastity just stared, stunned at the sight of it. It was a good nine or ten inches and thick as her wrist with a large purple helmet. It was a magnificent specimen and dwarfed my own cock in length, girth, and sheer beauty. He moved up to straddle her chest and rubbed his huge prick all over her face. "Open your mouth and suck it bitch," he commanded. She turned her head away and he slapped her check with his cock. When she continued to refuse his instructions he held her head again with his free hand and pinched off her nostrils to force her to breathe through her mouth. "Ok," he sighed, "if you won't suck it I'll just have to go ahead and fuck you now."
